Luyện nghe bài hát Mantis

The technique, depends
On arm and strength
Once that, then the next step
Is to learn how to pierce

Well, you might as well practicing now
Do you-do you, do you know, mantis legends?
How it was it all
It was fighting off this

Although it was only a of the bird's size
It was a very insect
And that's why the technique, needs a man
And a strong one, who isn't afraid of

Welcome back to the temple of hip-hop and Kem'po
Lyrical rhyme nympho, B-boy Bob
Diamond crystal ring solid bone rituals
We be the humble most calmest

to spot microdots, we Sasquatch
Stomp MC's, third eye Cyclops laser shots
fired once the father get raised up
We John Blaze up, heat, from the phaser gun

Never left for a Dunn, Atilla the Hun
Type Killa Park Hilla, wheeler Mack's
In the truck lanes, from the grains
Of Shaolin soil, the red be prowlin'

Howlin' the shit that got the whole world bowin'
We spoiled, one thousand
One recordings, one thousand Wu stores and
One thousand rap and global insurance

Not your everyday
My rhyme torments MC's with the of God
You'll be cursed Farad
And struck by the rod

Hell's Wind Staff, the wrath of Titans
Niggaz battlin', sword
Cutthroat women, whirlwind given the children
the poverty for live and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow skill by

Hell's Wind Staff, the wrath of Titans
Niggaz battlin', swingin'
Cutthroat women, whirlwind save the children
the poverty for live and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow by night

style isn't easy to learn
A mantis is small, but
it's arms, it can lift up
Many times it's own

On behalf of the Clan I'll display the Hong Kong
Shaolin King Kong poems slaps niggaz in from Kwan'tan
Ten tigers scratch like Allah math, the Wind Staff
the eight diagram strike the diaphragm

Pierced minute from tongue double-edged sound the drum
Here I come as predicted, holdin' the raw seal, all heads
7th Degree black mic skill is ill, to the guns holler
Swallow the shell, East New terrorist

Break fool to this, madness, low-hand, grabs the mic stand
as water, Spat Seven Seas you've not yet mastered
Breathe and lungs wheeze, kills
I'm wreckin' MC's, spills, meadow is round

The piercin' sound of silence ears, fires fears
Wood sharp eagle claw tears, from bark
Hard to maintain control when you
I stand with the strength of Jobe and pressure that'll bust your head

While I'm teachin' civilization, one havin'
understanding, culture refinement
Knowledge savage in of happiness
mantis, all chant this